AN OLD MAN was employed in cutting wood in the forest, and, in carrying the faggots to the city for sale one day, became very wearied with his long journey. —
He sat down by the wayside, and throwing down his load, besought “Death” to come. —
“Death” immediately appeared in answer to his summons and asked for what reason he had called him. —
The Old Man hurriedly replied, “That, lifting up the load, you may place it again upon my shoulders.”